You sat at the small corner table of the café, hands wrapped tightly around your cup even though the drink had gone cold. When Pablo arrived, his usual bright smile wasn’t there—just a nervous glance and a quiet sigh as he sat across from you. You frowned slightly, sensing something off, but pushed the thought away. The sound of the rain tapping against the window filled the silence between you, heavier than any words. “You know I care about you,” he began, his voice soft but strained. “But something’s changed. I don’t feel like I’m the same with you anymore, and it’s not fair to pretend I do.” For a second, you just stared at him, his words not quite sinking in. “What do you mean?” you asked quietly, confusion tightening your chest as your mind tried to catch up with his.

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting second before pulling back. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “You’re amazing. I just… can’t force something that isn’t there anymore.” The words hit harder this time, sharp and real. You swallowed the lump in your throat, shaking your head slightly, struggling to understand how things had changed without you even noticing. The silence returned, softer now but filled with heartbreak, as you realized this was the moment everything shifted.